Whittling

Down to the last two blogs which I absolutely cannot pass a day without reading, and only one of them is mandatory.

Guido Fawkes and Tim Worstall.

Guido for a pleasurable fix of libertarian-right political target practice in which art Fawkes has few peers, thanks to his cunning and his sources. He satisfies my abiding if contemptible schadenfreude but in a good cause: the defence of the citizen from abuse by the corrupt and hypocritical among those who control our lives. So, no, indeed I do not feel unclean in the slightest, yer honour. It's dirty work but since someone has to do it it may as well be a master.

Worstall because I agree with every bloody word he writes. Every single fucking one. Well, apart from his mistaken conclusions about the warmists' basic argument but everyone is entitled to one mistake and at least Worstall approaches this question with his usual sweet reasonableness in contrast to the monomaniacs and rent-seekers who seem to be taking over the politics of the entire fucking world. On economics, the Worstall mind is gloriously clear. His wit is lipsmacking, his brevity exemplary, his arguments invincible. One has to wonder how those empire-builders whom he reveals as naked manage to hold on to their jobs or, in the case of the Guardian, their readers. What? You mean... oh yeah... ahahahahah.

Worstall should be King. Fawkes can be his Walsingham, Sinclair his Burleigh, Hannan his plenipotentiary ambassador.

Other excellent bloggers need not take it personally. I don't even have enough time for my own blog at the mo because of family pressures - just snatching a few minutes when not juggling real life stuff of actual, you know, importance.